The Second Yak Wars.
"Keep moving men!, if we can beat those Yak lovers to those hills over yonder than the next engagement will be all the more easier" Commander Najib Aluid said to the men of the 17th Reserve. Standing on a rock overlooking while the column slowly marched past, with his warm green clock wafting gently in the winter breeze he knew he made an inspiring pose. Man I wish I had a painter or a sketch artist with me, my bronze helmet almost looks like gold in this light and those Himalama mountains in the back make for the perfect backdrop! Najib thought as he pulled his cloak a bit closer to him. "Now how do I get off this slippery rock?" He muttered to himself
"Uuurg, my legs are so tired! And I can't even feel my feet anymore in this snow, how far are these Tibetans anyway? We have been marching for weeks and I have not seen a single one in this godforsaken place" Abu complained to the backpack of the man in front of him but like the guys to his left and right, the backpack gave no answer. "And why is it already snowing here anyway? I remember back in the capital you could still sit outside this time of year and just relax and have a drink or something". "Now that you mentioned it packy" Abu said to the backpack, "When are we going to have a drink? I heard you get like a halve a pint of rum a day in the Army but I have yet to receive a drop". "SHUT-UP Abu!" came a angry voice from behind "It's your fault we are here in the first place! Besides that's the Navy you are thinking about, not that we have a Navy mind you." I know that" Abu threw back "but if we don't have a Navy, than who is drinking all the rum? You tell me that!" "Eeh" The voice replied "I don't know, but its still your vault we are here!"
"How was it your fault?" the man on Abus left, who did not know you you only try to get Abu to stop talking not the other way around, asked Abu. "Well, are you in for a story!" Abu replied with a smile, much to the dismay to everyone who could hear him. "It all started after we unloaded like a hundred hundred hundred books back in the Majestic Capital of fair Punjab, and we were about to eat some reheated Army Slob, when I got into a heated debate, that only the greatest University in all the land could inspire, with the mount of Packy over there" Abu said while pointing at the man in front of him."Can you guess what it was about?" "Geopolitics and religion in an ever changing world?" Man left of Abu replied semi-confidently? "Noooo" Abu said "Something far more important!" while vigorously waving his index finger around to clarify things. "About the proper way to prepare fresh Yak Meat!" "Packies mount thought you should boiled it, can you imagine that? Boil it he said, what a barbarian" "No the best way is to roast it with some fresh mountain herbs" "Than around midnight" Abu continued "when I almost won the argument, the Supreme Horse-Lord Commander, who was apparently listening, stepped forward pounded the table with his large fist and said: "Only one way to settle this!", and thus the Second Yak Wars and the invasion of Tibet had begun.
"Keep moving men!, if we can beat those Yak lovers to those hills over yonder than the next engagement will be all the more easier" Commander Najib Aluid said to the men of the 17th Reserve. Standing on a rock overlooking while the column slowly marched past, with his warm green clock wafting gently in the winter breeze he knew he made an inspiring pose. Man I wish I had a painter or a sketch artist with me, my bronze helmet almost looks like gold in this light and those Himalama mountains in the back make for the perfect backdrop! Najib thought as he pulled his cloak a bit closer to him. "Now how do I get off this slippery rock?" He muttered to himself
"Uuurg, my legs are so tired! And I can't even feel my feet anymore in this snow, how far are these Tibetans anyway? We have been marching for weeks and I have not seen a single one in this godforsaken place" Abu complained to the backpack of the man in front of him but like the guys to his left and right, the backpack gave no answer. "And why is it already snowing here anyway? I remember back in the capital you could still sit outside this time of year and just relax and have a drink or something". "Now that you mentioned it packy" Abu said to the backpack, "When are we going to have a drink? I heard you get like a halve a pint of rum a day in the Army but I have yet to receive a drop". "SHUT-UP Abu!" came a angry voice from behind "It's your fault we are here in the first place! Besides that's the Navy you are thinking about, not that we have a Navy mind you." I know that" Abu threw back "but if we don't have a Navy, than who is drinking all the rum? You tell me that!" "Eeh" The voice replied "I don't know, but its still your vault we are here!"
"How was it your fault?" the man on Abus left, who did not know you you only try to get Abu to stop talking not the other way around, asked Abu. "Well, are you in for a story!" Abu replied with a smile, much to the dismay to everyone who could hear him. "It all started after we unloaded like a hundred hundred hundred books back in the Majestic Capital of fair Punjab, and we were about to eat some reheated Army Slob, when I got into a heated debate, that only the greatest University in all the land could inspire, with the mount of Packy over there" Abu said while pointing at the man in front of him."Can you guess what it was about?" "Geopolitics and religion in an ever changing world?" Man left of Abu replied semi-confidently? "Noooo" Abu said "Something far more important!" while vigorously waving his index finger around to clarify things. "About the proper way to prepare fresh Yak Meat!" "Packies mount thought you should boiled it, can you imagine that? Boil it he said, what a barbarian" "No the best way is to roast it with some fresh mountain herbs" "Than around midnight" Abu continued "when I almost won the argument, the Supreme Horse-Lord Commander, who was apparently listening, stepped forward pounded the table with his large fist and said: "Only one way to settle this!", and thus the Second Yak Wars and the invasion of Tibet had begun.
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